Song Ao

[The downtrodden princess of the gods × the son of a wealthy businessman in the mortal world] I remember kneeling down in front of the statue and praying to the gods and Buddhas over and over again. Pray. I pray for the blessings of gods and Buddhas, and I hope that I will die a worthy death. I am always unlucky and I accidentally got a lucky draw that day. Fortunately, I was not unlucky when it came to death. The sacred tree was already covered with red cloth strips, and I vaguely remember waving the strips in an attempt to hang them high. I heard Song Muzhi say that the higher you hang it, the more likely God will see your wish. I don't remember whether I hung it up that day or not. I looked at the red banner hanging high, and after reading it again and again, I read word by word in disbelief, "May Ao Junqiong get his wish." When I was young, I always thought that Song Muzhi looked like something, but I could never put it into words. Only today did I realize that he was like the starlight I could see when I looked up at Youdu Mountain. The starlight was dark and blurry. I survived day after day by counting the days in the dim and blurry starlight.